The Golden Quest
The chandeliers in the faculty dining hall were heavy things, encrusted with crystal that caught the candlelight and fractured it into a thousand cold, dancing shards across the mahogany table, and Elias Thorne watched them spin while his stomach churned with the taste of cheap champagne and the metallic tang of humiliation. He was forty-two, a man whose life had narrowed to the precise,...
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